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The comment below, (posted before I added this explanation for the picture) does, in fact, capture some of the sentiment intended for conveyance by this "work". 25 years ago, almost to the day, the garment was worn for its one and only public appearance. It was then stored, as was thought, safely in a sealed storage box with a number of other items of wedding memorabilia. Somewhere along the way, who knows where or when, the storage box, which was made of plastic, became part filled with water and everything in it was permanently ruined, or, shall we say, "changed" by the soaking process. Thereafter, there was something hideously compelling about the dress, in a uniquely “Miss Havershamesque” sort of way. At various times the garment has been hung in the garden, as it is here, under the guise, perhaps, of an “art installation”. Unsurprisingly, various visitors have enquired as to what it is, with a degree of incredulity. On one occasion, it attracted the attention of some young party goers in the next door neighbour’s garden and it was pelted with beer bottles. On another occasion a friend and her brother requested a photo be taken of them standing under it, after it was hoisted high up in a plum tree. Anyway, this picture is its very last appearance, in that the item has now been bagged up and put out with the weekly rubbish. I slightly fantasise that that is not truly the end. Somehow, I imagine it may be salvaged and used in some bizarre capacity. Once again, I am reminded of David Bowie’s immortal utterance “It will all end in Art”, and, do you know, I feel he is frighteningly prescient in what he says (whatever that means).
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monk There is something vaguely horrific about this item. Perhaps you should consider doing a series from the day it was worn, through the day of hanging, days/years of slow deterioration to its eventual demise in the muck underfoot. This could lead to some kind of final and irrefutable conclusion about the inevitable, predetermined, chickensh*t nature of life itself.
lunsman A sort of a Dorian Gray type riff… I think you should put it on Simon and wear it around lo-fi Reading - TK Maxx; Asda etc etc..